Mixed Messages

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She wasted no time pulling Tobin back into her glistening skin.  Tasting herself on the swollen lips of her girlfriend sent her body into immediate overdrive once again.  “Slow down,” Tobin breathed, pulling back gently.  Christen looked into the smiling face above her, wanting nothing more at that moment than to return the undoubtedly most amazing sensation she’d ever received.  Leaning back in, Tobin grazed her lips along her cheek, tickling her.  “How was it?”

“I can’t even describe it,” Christen told her while cupping her face and stroking her jaw. The sensation of having her inside of her, had almost been too much.

She wanted more. More of Tobin. More of this and them.  She wanted to watch Tobin’s expression as she came apart below her and know that they had done this together. Without breaking eye contact, Christen started to roll to her side, lifting herself from under the weight of the girl above her.  Tobin began to swiftly move with her in sync, now lying on her back.   

Christen blinked rapidly at the sight of the girl underneath of her. Her hands slid down the tensing muscles of her stomach to her hips,  smoothing over the curves and feeling a rhythmic thrusting upward.  She balanced herself on one elbow, tracing sensual patterns up and down her ribs and over her shoulder. Tobin’s body was magnificent: her long, brunette locks hair spread out across the white pillow, her brown eyes full and deep, locked on her own and her mouth was open, waiting to react.

She moved a hand around and underneath across her backside, guiding and moving her, but following a slow pace. She watched Tobin’s eyebrows come together and her teeth clamp down on her lower lip, biting back her reaction to the touch. They started moving, not fast but with determination, a synchronized connection where neither would look away from each other.  

“Talk me through this, Tobin.  Tell me what you need,” Christen told her in a low voice.  The pair of brown eyes shut as she talked.  “Touch me. I want you inside of me.”

Now she bit her own lip, nervous but so turned on by the intimacy between them as she easily slid her index finger inside Tobin, who had been waiting for her.

Christen heard Tobin moan and pant, casting aside any embarrassment at hearing sex sounds fly unbidden from her own throat earlier. She was excited and loved hearing the cries, spurring her on. Her speed increased as she inserted a second finger, her palm rocking again Tobin’s hips thrusting.

“Look at me,” Tobin told her. Christen’s eyes grew wide as she looked up and she moaned in her own arousal as her fingers sped up. Tobin tightened like a knot pulled just too tight and suddenly, gloriously fell.  It was quick and wonderful.  

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that for.”    WIth anyone else, she might have felt shy, but as her naked body slid against Tobin’s, she was more than comfortable.  “I literally almost came when I took your shirt off.  Do you know just how attractive you are?” Tobin whispered into her hair.  It made her heart flutter as she closed her eyes.  Months ago she had barely opened up to anyone, closed off to this part of her life.  It was overwhelming when she thought about it, how far she’d come emotionally both individually and as a part of couple.

“Babe?”  The sound of Tobin’s voice brought her back to the moment.  She laid her head onto Tobin’s shoulder, “Hmm?”  She felt shuffling below her so there was more room for her to lay there.  “You okay?”  

“Perfect.”

Christen wasn’t sure how long they laid in that position, thumbs skimming overtop of bare skin in silence.  Eventually, she rolled off and away from Tobin, pulling the sheets over her naked body.  “It’s late, are you going to stay?” she asked.

Tobin looked at her in confusion, “uh yeah. Of course I’m going to stay.  What, did you not want me to?”  

“No, of course I do.  I  just didn’t know if you wanted to sleep in your own bed since we have to get up for finals tomorrow.”   Tobin reached out and circled over top of her waist, clutching her tightly and dragging her into the space closest to her own body.  “I sleep best when I’m with you.”

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She wasn’t lying.  When Christen woke the next morning to the buzzing of her alarm, Tobin was in the same position as she fell asleep in;  mouth wide open, eyes tightly shut but so peaceful looking.  Slipping out of her grasp, Christen delicately sat up and tried to decide whether she was going to shower  or take a few extra minutes to review her notes.  Deciding she would feel much better taking her tests with a clean body, she tiptoed out of the room and into the shower.

Under the running hot water, she ran her fingertips over all the spots Tobin had touched her the night before, rarely finding an area she hadn’t covered.  A smile crept onto her face, flushing her cheeks as she replayed the scenes in her head.  Any other time but finals week and she would have turned off her alarm to keep the night going, finally aware of just how amazing the experience was.

Why had she been so shut off from letting anyone get this close to her in the past?  The previous night had been nothing to be scared of at all.  It started to weigh heavily on her mind, eyebrows burrowed together in concern for her own well-being.  What other things had she missed because she was too worried about the consequences?  Were there other opportunities in life she had passed on that could have led her down a different road? Shaking her head, she stopped her train of thought immediately.  No, this was exactly how it was supposed to be. It was meant to happen just like this, because of who it was with.  Tobin was her meant to be.  

Wanting to get back to her as quickly as possible, she washed the suds off and bubbles from her hair.  A small towel circled around her body, she crept into her room only to find it empty.  She froze.  

Where was Tobin?  Why had she left?  Did she wait until she was out of the room to go?

A yellow post-it clung to the white pillow where Tobin’s head had previously laid.  Christen gingerly picked it up, seeing small and hurried handwriting:

Didn’t want to interrupt your shower - see you tonight. Miss you already and GOOD LUCK! - T

Her exams crept by, each clock that stared her down moving slower than the last.  She was more than prepared for the two tests she took, but her mind was preoccupied by the images burned in her brain from last night.  The way Tobin’s body slid against hers, the curves of her face illuminated in the dark and the feeling, oh God, the feeling of her inside all the parts that burned for her.  In the last ten minutes of the testing window, Christen felt her body react to her thoughts as her underwear dampened and her heart rate accelerated.  That was it, she was done and didn’t care if she got less than a perfect score.

After she turned in her blue book, she hurried out into the December afternoon air, fumbling with her phone.

Christen: Where are you?

Tobin: Just got home.  You done?

Christen: Be there in ten.

She quickened her pace, slamming her feet against the pavement in fury to get there as soon as possible.  In record time, she leapt up the front porch steps and into the toasty house.  “Tobin?”  

Her girlfriend’s voice nearly startled her, not expecting it to be as close as it was.  “Hey babe, in here.”  

Tobin was draped across the sofa, one leg propped up while watching some mindless tv show.  “How’d your exams go?” she genuinely inquired.  Christen stared at her with intensity, not caring to discuss how some silly exams went.  In stride, she made a beeline for the other girl and swiftly swung her leg overtop of the bent leg.  She swooped down to lay her lips against Tobin’s, catching her by surprise.  Immediately, she felt acceptance as they welcomed each other home.  “Hi, babe” she finally breathed overtop of Tobin, her hair being swept out of the way.  “ Hi yourself, that was nice.”  

She held out her hand, wanting to continue in somewhere else but their public common room.  “I can be even nicer,” Christen seductively played.  “Come on.”  Tobin’s eyes filled with intrigue, brightening at the suggestion.  Her thin but strong hand interlocked with Christen’s, allowing herself to be helped up and moved towards the opposite side of the house.  

Christen spun around, catching her off guard for a second time in less than a few minutes. She stepped  towards Tobin, slipping her fingers fearlessly inside and down the waistband of the Nike joggers, forcing their bodies  closer together. Tobin gasped involuntarily at the audacity, smiling in an all too turned on manner. Christen took it as a sign to continue, wrapping her hand overtop of the cotton underwear hiding her wanted destination.  Tobin flexed around her grip, closing her eyes briefly, relishing in the  touch.  She used her free hand to scrunch up the long sleeve t-shirt, telling rather than asking Tobin to remove it.  Her request was fulfilled and it slipped effortlessly off the brunette’s body.  Tobin started to participate, reciprocating the movement with Christen’s jacket, pulling on the zipper. They moved quickly, Christen backwards up the staircase, a layer of clothing dropping to the floor with each step.  Tobin kicked the clothes along, not wanting to reveal their obvious trail to the third floor.  “Let me pick these up,” she halted her.  

Almost naked except for their undergarments, Christen locked her door behind her while Tobin threw the discarded clothes cross the room.  Wanting to finish what she started, she pushed Tobin up against the door, hands running over her body in pure passion, feeling the goosebumps pop up as a reaction.  It spurred her on, wanting more so she opened her mouth before putting it over top of Tobin’s waiting lips, hungry for her.  She bit down on her bottom lip.  Tobin winced a little, trembling underneath her lip.  “Too rough?” she asked, inching backwards to gauge the reaction.

“No, not at all. This is...hot.” Tobin pressed back into her, snaking her hands a little lower on her waist.  Christen bucked her hips against her, shoving her harder into the closed door.  Their tongues swirled together, sweetly tasting and exploring each other.  They both couldn’t wait any longer, falling backwards onto the mattress, Christen underneath at first before she turned them over, resuming their position on the couch downstairs.

Broad day light filled her room, the first time she’d been this exposed in Tobin’s presence with so much of her body to witness.  She didn’t care.  She felt sexy, desired and undeniably indebted to the touch of her girlfriend.  

Her mouth moved across the rock solid core of Tobin’s abs, dipping her tongue briefly in Tobin’s navel, one hand pushing underneath her sports bra to spring free a breast.  She squeezed it roughly, unable to control herself.

Her tongue quickly made a mess of Tobin, licking and consuming her without mercy.  She couldn’t see, but was able to hear the panting from somewhere up north indicating Tobin was enjoying it just as much as her.  Although she was new to it, her tongue skillfully circled and absorbed all of her.  A loud cry filled the room, sending Christen into overdrive and working quicker and faster to lap up the orgasm she created.  

When she thought it was safe, she inched her body towards the head of the bed, straddling Tobin once more.

“This way,” she murmured against the cool skin of Tobin’s hand before abruptly pushing it down and inside of her.  Tobin released her free hand from Christen’s bent thigh and pulled herself upright so she was practically sitting up, eye to eye. She nuzzled her tanned neck,  then bit down as she flexed her hips, deliciously slowly, pumping her fingers deeper and deeper.   Christen felt herself  smile as she pressed her own mouth against Tobin’s neck, and soon she felt fingers curl around her jaw and throat, holding her still for a moment.  

They slid lower to caress her behind with and she started to feel helpless, entranced in the touch.  Tobin laid her backwards, her long fingers safely tucked behind her neck and one hand peeling her drenched underwear down.  She helped pull them off, while cool fingertips gently trailed back up to exposed center.  Tobin’s palm palm rocked against her, Christen savoring each movement.  She moaned loudly as her body takes over, convulsing around Tobin’s fingers once again inside of her.

“Tobin!”

The wide, white smile she’d fallen in love with met her eyes.  “Relax, baby.  You earned it.”  

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“We haven’t been out just the two of us in a while, Tobin pointed out as they laid against each other, hands playing in the air.  

“No, we haven’t.  I guess that’s what happens during soccer season,” Christen agreed.  “Maybe we can plan a few things this weekend after everything has calmed down.”

“I have a better idea.  Can we go to dinner on Wednesday night?  You said if I studied we could have a sleepover and I would love to be able to spend time with you out outside of our bedrooms.”  It was a great idea, and the suggestion wasn’t something she took personally.  She knew that Tobin didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy what happened in their bedrooms, she just wanted a little more.  “I love it.  Can I plan our date?”

Tobin enthusiastically agreed, “Absolutely.”  An idea had come to her quickly, one she hoped but likely knew Tobin would appreciate.

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